Stiles leaves Beacon Hills after a huge fight with Scott. Moving as far as he can Stiles finds himself in Mystic Falls. Unbeknownst to Stiles the town is riddled with the supernatural, everything from witches to Vampires. Stiles makes friends quickl...
Stiles paced the floor of his living room. He should have been more surprised that vampires existed but with all the things he'd seen he should have been surprised he hadn't come across one before. And Klaus was a hybrid, how was that even possible? Why did he always fall for the bad guy? Klaus was dangerous according to Damon and Stefan and Klaus hadn't denied killing Damon's friend.
Stiles' phone beeped, telling him he had a message.
Getting a coffee, maybe I'll see you there so I can explain myself.
"Klaus." Stiles sighed, closing out of the message.
His doorbell rang then, causing him to tense. Had Klaus decided to stop by instead? Stiles didn't know the first thing about how to defend himself against a vampire much less a hybrid.
He scanned the room, his eyes locking onto his baseball bat. He grabbed the handle and cautiously opened the door.
"Stiles, I'm so glad you're okay." Damon grabbed Stiles into a tight hug.
"I had to know, Klaus said he already had you hooked so all he had to do was lure you in and he said he had just the thing to do that." Damon looked concerned.
"I was afraid he'd hurt you." Damon looked at Stiles with an intense stare.
"Well I'm fine so you can go." Stiles snapped.
"Is that a baseball bat?" Damon asked noticing the wooden object still clutched in Stiles' hand.
Without answering Stiles tossed the bat aside.
"Fyi, that wouldn't do much to hurt me." Damon said taking a step towards Stiles.
"I said I'm fine. Just go." Stiles snapped taking a step back.
"Wait, I need to give you something." Damon pulled a small box from his pocket.
Stiles frowned as Damon shoved the box towards Stiles.
"You can't just bribe me." Stiles crossed his arms.
"It's not a bribe. I was planning on giving this to you tonight anyway." Damon shook his head.
Stiles huffed before grabbing the box. He opened it to see a triskele symbol sitting on a black leather cord.
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"What is this?" Stiles demanded glaring at Damon.
"It's a triskele necklace laced with vervain." Damon answered pulling the necklace from it's box. "It's the sigil of the Hale pack right?"
"How do you know that?" Stiles asked still glaring.
"I did some research. The Hale pack was in charge of Beacon Hills for many years before it was converted to the McCall pack. I recalled the names you'd listed off and knew you were a part of the Hale pack. Derek was the alpha before Scott. When Derek left it became Scott's pack. I know Derek meant a great deal to you and I thought it might remind you of the good times. Before everything changed. I had the leather laced with vervain. Vervain is toxic to vampires much like wolfsbane is to werewolves. This will prevent any vampire from compelling you. So no more making you do anything or erasing your memory." Damon put the necklace around Stiles' neck as he spoke.
Stiles gripped the triskele symbol in his hand. "Thank you." He whispered.
"Do you like it?" Damon asked gauging Stiles' reaction.
Stiles only nodded not trusting his voice.
"What's wrong?" Damon asked concerned.
"Nothing, I just-" Stiles bit his lip. He felt tears threatening his eyes.
"This just means a lot to me. The length that you went to..." Stiles' voice cracked.
"So you're not mad?" Damon asked slightly surprised.
"Am I mad that you investigated my past in order to provide me with a meaningful gift? No. I'm not mad." Stiles smiled.
Damon grinned seeing Stiles smile like that. It was a true smile not nervous or fake or shy but a genuine smile, something he'd only seen in the presence of Klaus.
Stiles suddenly threw his arms around Damon.
Damon wrapped his arms around Stiles waist holding him tightly. He could stay like this forever.
"So is Klaus really as dangerous as you say?" Stiles asked pulling back much to Damon's dismay.
"He's worse." Damon nodded.
"How dangerous are we talking? Stiles pressed.
"Well he tried to kill Elena so he could use her blood to create a hybrid army. He locked his three siblings in a coffin for centuries because they upset him. When his werewolf army tried to fight back he killed them all. He turned Caroline into a vampire. He made Tyler into a hybrid. He has compelled hundreds of people. Oh he possessed Alaric in order to get close to Elena so he could kill her. He killed my best friend Enzo and countless other innocent people, and that's just this year. Can you imagine the horrors he's done in the past?" Damon rambled.
Stiles dropped onto his couch. He looked like he might be sick.
"I spent time with him. I let him walk me home, gave him my phone number." Stiles looked horrified.
"Did you ever invite him inside?" Damon demanded.
"What? No, why?" Stiles frowned.
"A rule about vampires is, they can't enter without being invited by the owner." Damon explained.
"You, Stefan and Alaric are the only ones that have been in the house." Stiles said running his hands over his face. Would his life ever be normal?
"Good, keep it that way." Damon sat next to Stiles. "Are you doing okay? I know this is a lot in one day."
Stiles let out a sigh. "I should be used to this. One of my bestfriends was turned into a werewolf and the other was a banshee. I hung out with a pack of werewolves. I fought things I don't know how to describe. I've been saved and saved others so many times it's almost second nature. So of course I would fall for two of the most dangerous guys in the whole town, cause why not."
"You're falling for me huh?" Damon raised a brow at Stiles.
Stiles rolled his eyes.
"It's a relief to hear that cause, I can't stop thinking about you. Which is weird cause I usually only think about myself." Damon winked.
Stiles grinned.
"So you can't go getting yourself hurt. I'd hate to have to kill someone." Damon smiled.
Stiles dropped his head and gripped his necklace. "You remind me of him."
"Of Derek?" Damon asked.
Stiles nodded.
"I hope that's a good thing." Damon narrowed his eyes in curiosity.
"Me too." Stiles smiled sadly not looking up.
"It's late." Stiles stood abruptly.
"Right, I should go." Damon nodded.
"Call me if you need anything." Damon said before placing a kiss on Stiles forehead and pulling him into a hug.
"I'll be fine." Stiles smiled.
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Klaus waited until the cafe was starting to close before giving up on Stiles. He wasn't going to show. He'd lost him to Damon and that was something he couldn't let slide.
*AN* Okay, thoughts? Questions? Concerns? What you guys think? Let me know!
